POEM: Esau in Midrash for 2020

Imagine if you will, America as a woman, wife in barren pose. Within her there grows, a future. Two nations in one womb. Brothers divided. Birthed together in conflict. The stronger pulled back by the younger’s jealousy. Esau made for the labor of the field, Jacob for the quiet tents. Brute strength plotted against a… Read More

poem: THE INVISIBLE CLOAK

I cloak my son in whiteness create the shield whenever I can equating… mistaking… invisible with invincible somehow believing I can save him from history disguised as destiny. I cloak my son in whiteness it seems the only means I have for safeguarding his protection one more year, or month, or hour until that moment… Read More

The Gates of Hope

This poem, by Victoria Safford, is speaking to my heart today. The Gates of Hope:Our mission is to plant ourselves at the gates of Hope—Not the prudent gates of Optimism,Which are somewhat narrower.Not the stalwart, boring gates of Common Sense;Nor the strident gates of Self-Righteousness,Which creak on shrill and angry hinges(People cannot hear us there;… Read More

SYNOD SCHOOL, Monday.

This week I have the privilege of teaching a course called “Artmaking: The Spiritual Practice of Creation.” Each day we will experiment with 2 different art expressions. Today, it was found poetry thru altered books and collage poetry. Here are some of the amazing results: